During the past
week I had the privilege of being at the Solemn High Mass of a newly ordained
priest, Fr James Mawdsley. Speaking to him after Mass I advised him,
“You were not led
blindfolded and handcuffed to the sanctuary as into a Burmese prison*, rather your hands have been tied together in prayer and in Christ. Never get used to being a priest; we
can get so caught up with the busyness of parish life, and we celebrate Mass so
frequently (daily) that it can become routine: never lose the wonder that fills
the soul on the day of ordination and the celebration of your first Mass”. I hope
Father never gets used to being a priest. I hope that what happens when we celebrate our First Mass is repeated at
every Mass we celebrate: that we (hopefully) catch ourselves thinking, “This is God in my hands…who am I that the Lord
should descend from heaven at my word to offer Himself to the Father on my/our behalf?”

It was a glorious
evening, and Father preached a superb homily. I hope I am faithful to the content
and thrust of Father’s sermon when I say that he reminded us that the Church is
currently embattled by storms from within and without; that we should never forget
the Pope is Successor to Saint Peter, but that even Peter can lose faith and
sink into the water rather than walk upon it. He reminded us that we must pray
very much for the Pope, the Successor of Peter, and for the Church, amid the
storms of today. He reminded us that secular forces are lined-up against the
Church and the Gospel, and that these forces must be fought. He
reminded us that Islam, which describes itself as a religion of peace, harbours
fundamentalism which engages in terrorism,
and that such forces must also be resisted. All of this is done only in the faith
of Christ (who alone is the Way, the Truth, the Life -and our lasting peace,
one might add). After Mass I observed a discussion between a lady and a young layman; they were debating Father having singled out the Muslim Faith for comment. Had the young man not been doing so well I might have interjected that there is a single religion wherein fundamentalists are beheading Christians on beaches, putting bombs on undergrounds and flying planes into buildings; the Muslim Faith, so it was right to single it out. It would have been unjust for Father to add Buddhists, Jews, Hindu's or any other faith to the list of forces to be resisted.
Today I attended
Mass in thanksgiving for a priest’s 60 years of priesthood; this is the priest
who instructed me in The Faith and handed on a great love for the Blessed Sacrament
and the Holy sacrifice of the Mass (though he did not at all approve of the Traditional
Rite); this is the priest who vested me at my ordination, and whom I thus
regard as my father in the faith. He is poorly these days, but his love for the
Lord, the Eucharist and the people of God still shines out of him. I remember spending
six months with him while completing a course of study, and going into a dark Church
one winter morning at 5am to discover he was already there, prostrate before
the tabernacle. He once told me he offered his recitation of the Divine Office
every day for priests who do not pray.
I have no doubt
that all our priests are sincere men with the good of the people
at heart, but I do wonder if they have lost the sense of the priesthood:
the Novus Ordo is so often offered in
a perfunctory manner as though it were nothing more than a celebration and affirmation
of the community (hence the recent anger at the suggestion we face the apse for
the celebration of Mass, since it is not people-focused). Meanwhile, Confession has become counselling, while preaching has become an
exhortation to social work. All of this makes today’s Catholics feel good about themselves in that [1] the Mass is now about affirming them, rather than a propitiation for their sins; [2] their rightful feelings of guilt are removed by their
reconciliation therapy rather than the real guilt of sin removed by Confession with repentance and absolution; [3] they can forget about personal sin and
focus instead upon social sin (social injustice). How far we have gone in the
last 60 years from the worship of God and the salvation of souls.
Until we regain the
wonder of the priesthood that I advised Father Mawdsley not to lose; until we
again put God at the centre of the Mass, and until we once again guide people
to personal holiness by confession, repentance, absolution and amendment of
life, we will not save many souls. It all hangs on whether or not the priest comprehends
the sacrality of his office and the beauty of the ministry he performs in the Person of Christ. This week’s celebrations have reminded me yet again of the wonder
of the ministry to which God called me, and which is nicely captured in the following
famous poem by an unknown author:
The
Beautiful Hands of a Priest
We
need them in life's early morning,
we
need them again at its close;
we
feel their warm clasp of true friendship,
we
seek them when tasting life's woes.
At
the altar each day we behold them,
and
the hands of a king on his throne
are
not equal to them in their greatness:
their
dignity stands all alone.
And
when we are tempted and wander
to
pathways of shame and of sin,
it's
the hand of a priest will absolve us
--not
once, but again and again.
And
when we are taking life's partner,
other
hands may prepare us a feast,
but
the hand that will bless and unite us
is
the beautiful hand of a priest.
God
bless them and keep them all holy
for
the Host which their fingers caress;
what
can a poor sinner do better
than
to ask Him to guide thee and bless?
When
the hour of death comes upon us
may
our courage and strength be increased
by
seeing raised o’er us in pardon
the beautiful hands of a priest!
*Read Father's story in his Book, "The Heart must break".